[log] Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all [closed]

[spoileralert]

Characters: Stephanie Brown and Shiro Fujimoto
Location Building 40
Date: Day 79, evening
Summary: Steph loses her friends, but regains a straight nose
Warnings: Broken nose squick?

[ Steph was really starting to hate bats. They had come out of nowhere, silent in the snow except for the flapping of their leathery wings. They all knew they couldn't fight the beasts, and the four of them had no choice but to turn and run. They tried to go back in the direction they had come from, the nearest building they knew of, but the bat-things cut them off.

After that things got a little confusing. They kept changing directions, slipping in the snow, shouting directions to each other over the sound of wind and flapping wings. Before Steph knew what was happening she was being shoved hard in the direction of the house. She heard all three of the boy's voices telling her to run. So she ran.

Glancing back, all she could make out of her friends was a couple of limbs: a leg, an automail arm, Al's helmet, all being drawn into the black maws of the bat monsters. She opened her mouth to call out to them, but could only gasp.

She thought she could hear Al telling her to go, but the light of his red eyes had already faded.

The bats were distracted by their meals, giving Steph the time she needed to turn and run. She didn't look back again, not even when she ran (almost literally) into Shiro. She grabbed his arm as she passed and pulled. ]

Go go go go go!

Comments

[spoileralert]

Probably stolen.

[ She doesn't really care if it's stolen, it's the ridiculous shenanigans behind the theft that bother her. She holds the tissues to her nostrils and makes sure to breath through her mouth. Then she starts crying again. ]

[lionson]

[Oh no more crying.

Shiro sits there for a moment, awkwardly considering what to do. After a couple seconds, he leans over and pulls Steph into a loose hug, so that at least she can cry on someone instead of crying on her own. That is usually helpful in a situation like this, where people have died.]

[spoileralert]

[ She can't decide what to do for a second, but finally props her chin on his shoulder. At least this way she won't get any blood or tears on him. She feels so pathetic. So useless. ]

Sorry. I'm sorry.

[lionson]

[Hey, if it's helping, he won't complain. Blood and tears can be washed out later.]

Don't apologize. A very traumatic thing just happened, it's normal to be upset.

[spoileralert]

I just--

[ She sniffles, making her head swim with a combination of dull pain and narcotic pain killers. ]

I keep losing people. I'm so sick of it.

[lionson]

I know. It never gets easier, even if you know they're coming back soon.

[He's had way too many people die in front of him, and that was all without the promise of coming back to life.]

[spoileralert]

That's the one good thing about this place. People coming back.

[ Not that she's had a lot of luck with that. Still, it's more hope than she has for her father or best friend. ]

I'm really starting to hate bats.